office seemed to matter. Nothing about it mattered in the least.
Not her drafting table, her tools. Not the major account sheâd snagged on the very day sheâd received the call from Columbus, and had been forced to turn over to an associate. It simply didnât matter. The promotion sheâd broken her back to secure seemed so removed from her just then. Just as the life sheâd led, with all its tidiness and careful planning, seemed to have belonged to someone else all along.
She found herself staring at the painting of her father sleeping in the garden. It was still propped against the wall rather than hung. For reasons she couldnât understand, she simply didnât want it in her office after all.
âShannon?â The woman who poked her head in the door was attractive, dressed impeccably. Lily was her assistant, a casual friend among what Shannon was beginning to realize was a lifetime of casual friends. âI thought you might want a break.â
âI havenât been doing anything I need a break from.â
âHey.â Lily stepped in, crossing over to her desk to give Shannonâs shoulders a brisk rub. âGive yourself a little time. Youâve only been back a few days.â
âI shouldnât have bothered.â In an irritable move she pushed back from the desk. âIâm not producing anything.â
âYouâre going through a rough patch.â
âYeah.â
âWhy donât I cancel your afternoon meetings?â
âI have to get back to work sometime.â She stared out the window, at the view of New York sheâd dreamed would one day be hers. âBut cancel the lunch with Tod. Iâm not in the mood to be social.â
Lily pursed her lips and made a note of it. âTrouble in paradise?â
âLetâs just say Iâm thinking that relationship isnât productive, eitherâand thereâs too much backlog for lunch dates.â
âYour call.â
âYes, it is.â Shannon turned back. âI havenât really thanked you for handling so much of my work while I was gone. Iâve looked some things over and wanted to tell you that you did a terrific job.â
âThatâs what they pay me for.â Lily flipped a page in her book. âThe Mincko job needs some finishing touches, and nothingâs satisfied the suits at Rightway. Tilghmanton thinks you can. He sent down a memo this morning asking you to look over the drafts and come up with something newâby the end of the week.â
âGood.â She nodded and pushed up to her desk again. âA challenge like that might be just what I need. Letâs see Rightway first, Lily. You can fill me in on Mincko later.â
âYou got it.â Lily headed for the door. âOh, I should tell you. Rightway wants something traditional, but different, subtle, but bold, sexy but restrained.â
âOf course they do. Iâll get my magic wand out of my briefcase.â
âGood to have you back, Shannon.â
When the door closed, Shannon let out a deep breath. It was good to be back, wasnât it.
It had to be.
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Rain was pelting the streets. After a miserable ten-hour day that had concluded in a showdown with a man sheâd tried to convince herself sheâd been in love with, Shannon watched it from the cab window on the way back to her apartment.
Maybe sheâd been right to go back to work so quickly. The routine, the demands and concentration had helped shake some of the grief. At least temporarily. She needed routine, she reminded herself. She needed the outrageous schedule that had earned her her position at Ry-Tilghmanton.
Her job, the career sheâd carved out, was all she had now. There wasnât even the illusion of a satisfying relationship to fill a corner of her life.
But sheâd been right to break things off with Tod. Theyâd been no more than attractive props
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